Recently I was going through my photos and found that quite a lot of them are pictures of foods or drinks. I enjoy eating, either at home or in a restaurant and my M is quite a good cook. We are also wine collectors, and we have a decent cellar.
But I didn’t quite realise that I’ve been harbouring a large number of food and drink photos in my archive. Here is a small sample:
A beer flight from a brewery in the Okanagan city of Penticton (where my southern home is).
Some homemade Halloween eyes from last week. These were a lot of work to make!
Hors d’oeuvre from my M. Or, snack time in the d’Arty-Cross household. π
Okanagan wine. This was a lovely bottle for a lovely meal.
A picnic. Also lovely, particularly because it was January!
Butter tarts. A Canadian favourite. M made these.
For someone who likes to take landscape and nature photos, there are an awful lot of consumables pictures hanging around in my storage.
And this also explains why my pants can get tight and then I have to lay off for a while. I used to be able to eat what I wanted, but turning 40 changed all that. As I age though, I’m tempted to think, yeah, but I’m getting older, I can cheat some. I’ve earned it, right? I don’t care about a gorgeous (well, I was never gorgeous, but you know) corpse. When I shuffle off this mortal coil, my body should be done, spent, finished, toast, well past the sell-by date, expired, smoked … Really, who’s going to care when I’m taking the big dirt nap?
Having said all that though, I am circumspect up to a point. I do watch my weight and I make a point of exercising because I have to pass medicals every six months. My one virtue is that I’ve never been a junk food person.
What do you think?
Do you like a good meal? Do you worry about your age and the extra baggage? Do you care what you look like, especially if you’re “getting up there” ?
But one final photo. Okanagan peaches. Yum. π
